Insatiable

by Mirrah

  Drake spread my legs with his knees and entered me fully in one deep thrust.

  “Ahh—yes, Drake,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his hips— our fingers entwined as he held me prisoner over my head, rocking into me ever so sinfully.

  His thrusts varied between gentle and rough as he entered my moist vaginal walls. I clenched and locked him inside until his seed spewed forth like a fountain, flooding my womb.

  Spent, I watched Drake’s eyes drift closed. He was still buried deep within my heat, and I thought of the ramifications of sleeping with my boss. I suddenly developed cold feet. Easing out of him gently without waking him, I grabbed my clothes and dressed quickly. The need to get out of his office before he woke up propelled me. I grabbed my purse and coat and hurried over to the door.

  “Bella, where are you going?”

  I turned to see that Drake had awakened.

  “I’m sorry. This was a mistake.”

  Chapter Three

  I entered the elevator, and frantically pressed the button for the lobby. To my relief, the door closed right in Drake’s face. I sighed and inhaled. I was not ready for a confrontation with him. Hart Enterprises offices were on the twentieth floor. There was no way he could run down that many floors and beat me to my car—so I thought.

  To my surprise, when I walked out of the building, there was at least three inches of snow on the ground.

  With snow blowing in my face, I walked slowly wearing two-inch shoes, not wanting to land on my back. My Mercury Mariner was covered in snow when I stood before it. I had to clean the car off before I could drive away. I pressed the remote key bob to unlock the car. I reached for the door when I noticed the left driver’s tire was flat.

  “Shit, shit, shit!” I screamed. “Can’t anything go right for me, today?”

  Not only did I have the weather to contend with, but now a flat tire as well as Drake!

  “Bella,” he called out to me.

  I turned to see Drake’s long legs trudging through the snow as he worked his way toward me.

  “You thought you could get away from me, Bella?”

  We stood in an empty parking lot except for two cars parked there. Drake’s Ferrari was a couple of feet away.

  “I see you have a flat. Let me drive you home.”

  I ignored Drake’s handsome smile. He thought he had me in the palms of his hands. The snow quickly covered his broad shoulders and fell on his head making it look salt-covered. I fought the urge to wipe the fallen snow from his head, as well as my desire to take him up on his offer. I pulled out my cell phone and called for roadside assistance. Much to my regret, there were at least ten cars ahead of mine. The wait time was estimated to be at least two hours.

  Can this day get any worse?

  When I eased into my car, I was wet almost down to my bones. Drake walked away when I was talking on the cell phone, and now I watched him.

  He removed a long brush from his trunk and began to clean his car. In minutes, he had his car running, and the front and back windows cleared enough to drive. I watched him close his driver’s door and walk back over to me.

  “Bella, the snow is coming down pretty heavily now. You sure you don’t want a ride home?”

  “The Auto Club will be here any minute,” I lied.

  “Really?” Drake asked. Judging from his raised eyebrows, I could tell he didn’t believe me. “The radio predicted Charlotte, North Carolina, is about to experience their first major snowstorm for the season. It is expected that we’re going to get anywhere from ten inches to a foot of snow. I’m sure the Auto Club is backed up with other calls. I could have you in a warm bed in minutes, if you wouldn’t be so stubborn.”

  “Your bed, Mr. Hart.”

  “We could be inside of a warm, toasty house, sipping on Cognac in front of a roaring fireplace, or heating up the sheets in my bed, Bella. Come home with me?”

  I stared into Drake’s handsome face, watched that wicked smile of his, and recalled every sinful thrust of his hips, and how I felt more alive in his arms than ever before.

  “Get yourself laid.” Helena’s parting words filled my head. I had been laid—damn good—and I wanted more. Why not have an affair with my boss? Why not live for just the moment and have a man cater to my every need?

  “It is not safe to be alone in a car in an empty parking lot, in the middle of a blizzard,” he whispered in my ear. “Come home with me.”

  “Okay,” I said, gathering my things.

  I slid into Drake’s silver Ferrari. I immediately smelled the expensive leather of his car.

  He slid into the driver’s seat and shifted the gear into drive.

  Everything about Drake spoke wealth: his car, his designer custom-made suit, and even his cologne smelled expensive. But that’s not what drew me to him.

  I started to tremble.

  “Bella, are you cold?” He asked, turning on the car’s interior lights.

  Drake’s eyes swept over me and undressed me again with those shimmering eyes.

  Hot air now blasted through a vent, warming my damp body. Although I wore a wool coat, I still had goose bumps on my forearms. Drake was too damn close, and my body ached for him.

  Drake’s eyes were glued to my lips and slowly; they slid toward my eyes.

  “Come here,” I heard him say—or did I?

  Is my mind playing tricks on me?

  Drake captured my lips with a hungry urgency. His tongue flickered and commanded a response by deepening the kiss. Thirsty myself, I turned into his arms for more. Our tongues danced and mated.

  Wet and pulsating, I needed him there to ease my throbbing haven. I wanted his package deep inside of my treasure chest. Our hands entwined; our lower bodies rocked deeper and faster—until he loved me senseless.

  Drake released my lips.

  “I want you so bad I could take you in this car. You make me as horny as a teenage boy. Home, let-us-get-home,” he groaned.

  I shook like it was our first kiss. He even had me forgetting to breath. My body now cried out for more oxygen.

  The car was moving when my breathing became normal again, and my heartbeat steadied. I lay back against the leather seat, eyes closed, and just concentrated on breathing in and out.

  I’d never been kissed like that. Drake’s hands had stroked my body until I wanted us joined at the hips again. His lips…his mouth had me spiraling. I wanted him as badly as he did me. Every few second, he took his eyes off the road and stared at me. His eyes shimmered like the ocean; and I wanted to be swallowed up by him.

  I looked up as we pulled into a secluded gated community, and Drake eased his car up a long winding driveway which had been recently shoveled. He aimed the remote, and the garage door silently opened. We slid through it just as quickly, and the door closed us in nice and snug.

  Drake extended his hand out to me. I followed him inside. We entered the room connected to the garage and stepped out of our wet shoes. Then, he led the way up the stairs. I was too keyed up to pay attention to my surroundings. I found myself inside of his master bathroom.

  Warm water gushed down my body as I tried to ease the ache from our earlier lovemaking. Nervous, I bathed myself while anticipating what to come.

  Drake eased the shower door open and slid behind me.

  “Here, allow me to wash your back, Bella,” he said, without waiting for a response. That commanding presence of his, once again, took charge.

  Sensually, he glided the soap across my back—tantalizing me by running his hands in a circular motion until I felt like I would wet myself.

  “Ahh…my,” I moaned.

  His hands swept across my hips and contoured my plump ass.

  “You turn me on like no other woman, Bella.” Drake groaned

  He dropped the soap and began to slide his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. He pulled me closer.

  “I need to be inside of you, Bella.”

  Drake’s hand followed that path. His fingers entered
my wet, tight sheath from behind, and his thumb teased my nub—circling, stirring me until I felt I was floating—experiencing an outer body pleasure.

  Pulsating waves of pleasure inflamed my body until I found myself on his bed. Lying flat on my back, Drake lay beside me. His thumb grazed one nipple while his tongue lavished the other. Heat secreted from his tongue, and the heat from his wood-burning fireplace kept us cocooned in our desires. All I needed was Drake to make us one and my love muscles clenching him ever so sweetly, and I’d be blissfully satisfied.

  I shuddered as the stirring of an orgasm engulfed me.

  “Bella, are you okay?” He asked, as if he hadn’t taken my body in that way.

  My eyes slid across his face, taking in the heat from his eyes.

  “I’m going to taste all of you, now,” his sensual bedroom voice crooned to me.

  Drake’s tongue slowly trailed down my stomach, dipped into my treasure chest, and lapped up every bit of my sensual juices as if I were the gravy from his dinner. Fervently, he worked his way deeper into the center of my core.

  “Drake…Drake, please stop—” I writhed into the bed and grabbed the sheet needing something to hold on to.

  His tongue dipped rhythmically inside like a weapon. My body craved every dip, every stroke, until I screamed out from the pleasure.

  “Querdio—Darling, fuck me now!” I cried out in desperation. I was more than ready for his tool.

  He finally eased his length into my aching core, stretching my womb ever so sweetly. My feminine walls received, tightened, and surrounded all of him.

  We danced seductively—slow, then fast—fast, then slow—creating an explosive friction of heat until the rhythm of our love saturated between us.

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  At dawn, I woke up to the sensuous rhythm of Drake’s morning erection against my ass.

  “Hungry?” I moaned when his hands slid between my thighs.

  “Famished,” he growled.

  I turned, and he began a tortuous trail along my jaw line with his tongue, nibbling teeth. His kisses teased me and stirred me up. Drake sucked my bottom lip until it burned like the rest of me. Long, slow kisses clouded my mind, and his fingers set my body aflame.

  I pushed Drake on his back.

  “You want to take the lead.” He chuckled. “Let me help you.”

  “Si.”

  Drake lifted me. I clasped my legs around his waist until I eased down onto his hot flesh. Inch by inch, he glided through my quivering femininity, until he was so deep inside me we became one. We were one soul, joined in the most natural way between a man and woman. No color barrier, just a man and woman who knew what they wanted and went after it.

  “Delicious,” I cooed.

  Drake began a slow pumping motion. He lifted me by the ass, pulled completely out of me until the tip of his sex kissed my moist lips, and then he drove back inside—hard. My knees dug into the mattress as his cock took me to another world.

  I am floating.

  He gave me more. Our eyes locked. Our breaths melded, and we had a smile of pure ecstasy on our faces.

  “I’m cumming!”

  “I want every damn drop, Bella.”

  “Can you handle it?” I teased rocking my hips into him.

  “I can handle everything you got!” he grunted.

  We came together explosively. I came down hard, gasping for air, laying astride Drake’s damp chest.

  Chapter Four

  I eased out of bed; my body ached in all of the places Drake kissed, stroked, and avidly thrusted. It was a sweet, sweet pain that I could have enjoyed more of, but I was alone.

  The smells of coffee brewing and bacon frying wafted in the air when I descended down the stairs. My toes dug into the thick, pile carpet, and my nose was attuned to the mouth-watering scents coming from the kitchen. Quickly, I took in the spacious living room furnished in turquoise and black leather, the magnificent artwork on the walls, and the formal traditional dining room.

  I would check out Drake’s home later after I had eaten. My stomach rumbled because yesterday’s lunch had long since been digested. Drake’s sexual appetite had left me ravenous—I wanted a big breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, home fries, and a cup of Columbian coffee.

  When I stepped through the maple shutter doors, I saw Drake standing over the stove. I admired his bare chest and the way his silk pajamas bottom rode low on his hips as he lined up strips of bacon onto a plate.

  Damn, he looks good in the kitchen.

  “Buenos días, amor,” he said, to my surprise. “You’re just in time for breakfast. It’s hot and ready, just like my Latino lover.”

  “Buenos días,” I replied. “You speak Spanish?”

  “Sí, hablo español,” he said eloquently as if he had being speaking it his whole life. He gave me a wicked smile, which reminded me when he dined on my cream last evening.

  I was surprised by that news. In the heat of passion, I’d really let go, and spoken my desires to him in Spanish. He never said a word but sucked my quivering pussy until I begged for him to stop torturing me. I was mortified standing there in the doorway. I looked down at my attire: I wore no shoes, Drake’s large, navy blue silk robe still smelled like the many hours of our lovemaking.

  “I need to take a shower,” I whispered.

  Drake’s heady scent was all over my skin.

  “Nonsense, the food will be cold, by then. We can both shower later.”

  He continued to load the table with my favorite foods. The table was set for two: plates, cups, forks, spoons, and napkins. It was all formal as, if we were having dinner, instead of breakfast. A plate of home fries and empanadillas sat in the middle of the table. Scrambled eggs and bacon sat beside it, beckoning me to sit down and eat. I would take a shower later, and my stomach didn’t argue with that.

  “Shrimp empanadillas,” I said, after popping one into my mouth. “Mmm, this is delicious. You made them this morning?” I couldn’t believe this man. He was the CEO of Hart Enterprises, a sex addict in bed, and a cook to complete the package. I liked the package so far.

  “No, I pulled them out of my freezer. Stella, my housekeeper, made them, so I can’t take the credit for it.”

  “They’re really good, Drake. My father makes the best, and Stella’s are just as good.”

  “Come. Sit down and eat up, Bella.”

  I dug into home fries, my second favorite.

  “You’ll need your nourishment for what I have planned for us, today.” The sly smile on his face reminded me how insatiable he could be when he was hungry.

  The home fries stuck to the roof of my mouth. I took another swallow of my coffee—which I found strong, and hot—like the man seated before me.

  Drake laughed. His blue eyes twinkled as he winked at me when he ate.

  I was famished and able to do justice to my own plate. Shrimp empanadillas was another thing we had in common.

  Last night, the sex was incredible, and our sessions earlier that morning were even better. I had to admit that the man was a smooth operator. Drake protected us—except that first time because we were too far-gone to stop. I prayed that his seed didn’t find a home inside of one of my eggs. I wanted children, but, I wanted to be married before I had them.

  Drake had just added a second serving to his plate. He seemed to have a hearty appetite, or that was the norm for him? I really didn’t know him that well, but I wanted to.

  “This was delicious, Drake. You’re an excellent cook—as well as other things,” I said, pushing my empty plate aside after having a second helping of empanadillas. “I’m stuffed.”

  Drake cleaned his fork with a satisfied purr. His glance drifted across my face, settled on my lips, and then slid up to my eyes. He licked his lips, and his tongue slid back and forth—teasing me terribly.

  “Bella, I like fucking you as well. You have the sweetest pussy. Warm, dewy, just the right fit to hold me in snug and tight. Your breasts can entertain me for hours. Your passion
s stimulate me, and let’s not forget that sweet ass of yours.”

  He grabbed the robe and tugged me closer. His lips captured mine, kissing me with a demanding hunger that said let’s get it on again. His thumbs drew circles around my areolas, until the nipples peaked and ached. I closed my eyes on a moan when he caught the lobe of my right ear between his teeth. “Let’s fuck. I’m famished.”

  “Drake!” he startled me by his boldness.

  His lips took possession of my right nipple and sucked and lavished it, until a searing heat radiated down my body. He moved lower, licking his way straight toward my quivering core.

  “Querdio, we have…ahh, to clean up this kitchen,” I moaned, as every part of my body cried out for satisfaction.

  His fingers were driving me crazy. My need for us to become one dripped down my thighs.

  “My cleaning lady will take care of the kitchen, Bella. Hacer el amor conmigo—make love to me,” he said so eloquently that I dripped a little more to my utter embarrassment.

  We did it right there in the kitchen. He sat me on top of the granite counter top and ripped open my robe and buried his face between my breasts. Drake dropped his pajamas; and as they sagged at his ankles, he entered me before I could protest. I’d never been made love to in quite that way. His erection was rock-hard. His penetration was rough and deep as he stretched me sweetly. My Spanish blood was on fire for his loving as I gave as good as I received.

  Hot, hot, hot!

  Drake’s appetite was insatiable, and as hot as any Latino men. We made love in every room of his house except the mud room and garage. Sunday morning, we eventually cleaned the kitchen, made dinner together like an old married couple, and fell back into bed for more loving.

  After our marathon rounds of making love, I rested my head against Drake’s chest; our limbs were still entangled as our bodies cooled down. My fingers played with the curly hair on his chest thinking about how good it felt to be with him like this. I’d never done this before—sleep with my boss.

  Later, Drake opened up to me.

  “Bella, it is lonely at the top, being CEO of Hart Enterprises. The company was started by my great-grandfather, Benjamin Michael Hart, and passed on down the line until my father, Drake Steven, Sr. I took over the reign three years ago, so he can retire and spend more time with my mother. It’s a big shoe to fill, but I’m more than up for the challenge.”